Page 102 of Beyond the Fame

Rey says he can’t stay to hang out. He turns the horse over to the handler then says goodbye to everyone. I told him I'd call him before Rebecca and I leave on her book tour.

Eloise shows us a few of the pictures, and Rebecca glows with excitement. In this moment, she appears so young and innocent. This is the woman she was always meant to be. Who doesn’t hold back. Who doesn’t care what others think of her.

As we’re walking out of the museum, parting ways with Eloise, who hops into the car I hired for her, we pause before getting in our own car.

“I thought you were going to propose to me,” Rebecca says with a smile. She grips my shirt in her hands, using it for leverage to stand on her toes.

“You sound disappointed,” I say, hover my mouth over hers.

“I’m not.”

“Don’t lie to me, Becky.”

She narrows her eyes and her anger at me using the nickname makes my dick twitch.

“I know how much you love weddings. You cried like a baby at Ginger and Bruno’s wedding. And I read Tyler’s Team—the stuffed animal husbands and ceremonies in your bedroom you made your brother officiate. So, let’s make a deal.”

She quirks a brow.

“Your book tour lasts three months. We’ll be together every day. Every night. You might get sick of me. You might decide you don’t want to be in a relationship with me after all.”

“You are kinda annoying.”

“So are you.”

“But you love it.”

“I do.” I narrow my eyes at her. “Stop distracting me.” I pause to see if she behaves, then continue. “What I'm trying to say is let’s be in a relationship, then I promise I’ll propose to you. I’ll do it while we’re on vacation. Maybe we can visit another island.”

“Deal. And I promise to say yes.”

I try to kiss her, but she jerks back.

“Do you want kids?”

I choke on a response to the random question that caught me off guard.

“I need to know because I'm old—”

“You’re not old.”

“I’m almost forty and that’s old for having kids, so if you think you don’t want kids, because I do then—”

“I do want kids. With you. Only you.”

Epilogue - Rebecca

Nine months later

I break down the last box from the move and toss it into a pile that I’ll have Jensen take out to recycling later. The place is finally looking like a home.

I moved in with Jensen last month. His Silver Lake house was so bare. Such a bachelor’s pad. He had a few paintings in his bedroom that were too expensive to get rid of. It’s abstract art with streaks of black and white lines across a white canvas. I’m not the biggest fan of this style, but Jensen loves it and I want our home to portray us both. So, I decorated the rest of the walls with bright paintings and added bookcases with colorful books. I bought rugs to accentuate his beautiful hardwood floors and blankets to drape over his plain white couch and chair.

Even his kitchen was bland with silver appliances, which I replaced with colorful vintage looking ones.

Only a month into my book tour, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this man. Jensen documented every stop, every behind-the-scenes moment. Now he’s editing it. He already sold the rights to Netflix.

My new book came out three months ago. Cursed Reign has been on the bestseller list since release day. I had a mini-tour coinciding with the release, then I took a month off to move and unpack. In a couple of weeks, I’ll be heading out again for three more months promoting my new book.

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